Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.